XXX - 136 Office Slave by J. W. McKenna Page B

sloppy seconds. He pounded away at her for the longest time. Her clit ached to be touched, but her needs didn't matter.
    When he came, he bellowed like a bull. El felt his seed fill her womb. Her pussy felt as used as a bowling shoe on league night. He held her tight to milk every drop from his cock, then pulled out. His sperm spilled out of her. Before she could move, he walked up to her face and grabbed it with a meaty paw. “Suck me clean,” he ordered, pushing his semi-hard cock into her mouth. She dutifully cleaned him, hoping it would cause him to leave sooner.
    When he was satisfied, he buckled up his pants and headed for the door. “Thanks for a wonderful retirement present, slut,” he waved and disappeared.
    El sank down on the couch, one hand cupped over her pussy to contain all the fluids. She decided to ask Jack for more money if people were going to refuse to wear condoms. Dammit, she has some rights, doesn't she? She didn't know the etiquette of being a sex slave for an entire company.
    Wearily, she went to the bathroom to clean up, then got dressed. By now, she was tired of her clothes, tired of the way her body smelled, tired of fucking and sucking and being punished. All she wanted to do was go home. She checked the clock in Jack's office. Barely two-thirty. God, these days were long!

CHAPTER 9
    Jack came back from his luncheon meeting at quarter to three and immediately called El over. She came in, stripping off her clothes with a resigned sigh, then assumed her position.
    "Did Hank come by?"
    "Yes, sir. He fucked me, doggy-style. You can add it to my book."
    "Good. You fuck anybody else?"
    El decided to keep Sam to herself. “No, but I had to give the deli guy another blowjob to pay for lunch—does that count toward my total?"
    "No. I admired your initiative the first time, but I didn't authorize a repeat."
    El had expected as much.
    "Anything else happen while I was gone?"
    "Well, there was one thing. It would help me if you would clarify my duties. On the way to lunch, I was accosted by two day-shift workers, who asked that I get into their car and show them my tits and pussy."
    Jack sat up. “Did you?"
    "Yes, sir. but they wanted more. One of them wanted to touch me, and I was afraid of where that would lead. It would help if you told me what you expect when you say I should be ‘nice’ to workers. I'm happy to give them what they need, but if I let them have me, then my value as a reward for increased productivity will vanish."
    Jack nodded. It was a good point. “I think you did the right thing,” he said. “When someone asks to see your body, you should show it. And under controlled circumstances, a little touching may be okay. But when it comes to fucking or sucking, you need to run that by me."
    "So in the car like that, you'd prefer they didn't touch me?"
    He nodded. “Yeah. If there's going to be touching, I want to have control of that. Otherwise, we know what that'll lead to."
    El was satisfied. Now she'd be sure to get credit for every sex act. In that way, she could pay off her debt more quickly and leave Sawyer Metalworking forever.
    "Yes, sir."
    "Okay, you may go. But be ready at four to go with me to visit that client."
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    After she left, Jack turned on the camera. He never tired of seeing El's pussy spread open for him. He thought it might be a good idea to add a third camera, mounted over the glass door, so he could see her from all three angles. That way, if she ever was ordered to sit at her desk without wearing a top, he could see what passing employees would see. He so enjoyed humiliating her.
    He heard a noise and looked back at the screen in time to see Gloria barge into El's office. That bitch is going to be trouble, he decided. She had threatened him earlier with all kinds of workplace violations, the main being sexual harassment. Jack didn't need the events of the past two days broadcast on the local news. He'd have to find a way of placating—or